At playgroup this morning, Suzanne asked how Michael and I had met. I told her, and mentioned that it was ten years ago this month. So this evening, as I was casually surfing around, I decided that I should really try to figure out exactly when
, ten years ago, we met.
Whoa! It was ten years ago TODAY.
Ten years ago today, I walked into a Nashville hotel room full of total strangers and met the man I would one day marry. Although we'd known each other in passing online, at that point we had no idea that we were, you know, destined for each other. As I recall, the first words he said directly to me were: "Bait? Y'all are going to eat bait?!"
It was the first ever alt.callahans Callahanicon
. I'd only even been reading the newsgroup for about six months, and had never been to a convention of any kind. I don't even know what made me decide to hop on a plane from Iowa City to Nashville - it seems completely out-of-character for the person I was at the time. But I did it. And my life changed forever. Not just because I met Michael - I also met saoba
that weekend, who became one of my dearest friends, performed our wedding, and helped ease Alex into the world. I met pixel
, who, as I recall, jumped into my lap about five minutes after we met, and then fell off the bed. I talked to wcg
for the first time, when he called in by phone. In a lot of ways, for the first time that weekend I felt like I had found my people
. Geeky congoers who conducted their social life, and deep parts of their emotional life, over the Internet. It was the beginning of a whole lot of changes, for me.
Most of all, Michael. It really was almost as cliche as "our eyes met across a crowded room." For reasons that I couldn't articulate, I just felt incredibly drawn to him. We kept making casual excuses to sit near each other and talk to each other. By the time that this picture
was taken on Saturday night, we were both already falling hard. A couple of hours after dinner, we kissed for the first time.
That's probably a good place to fade tastefully to black, huh?
Michael, I love you. Almost from the first day we met, I've felt such peace with you - such a sure and certain knowledge that, no matter what happened, we were always going to be on the same side. You are my rock and my refuge. Happy anniversary.
Oddly enough, even before we knew that tomorrow was our ten-year anniversary (if one dates from the first kiss), we had arranged to hire a babysitter so we could go on a date. Funny how these things work out. Not the most romantic of dates in the world - we're going to go shopping and see Ratatouille
- but still, anything with a babysitter involved is kind of a big deal. Yay.